Saturday, June 29, 2013

Her Wish, His
Command
is the third book in the Dominating BDSM Billionaires Series. His Need, Her
Desire (Book 1) is currently free at most online retailers. His Desire,
Her Surrender (Book 2) hit bestseller lists in the United States, United
Kingdom, Canada and Australia. Look for His Passion, Her Temptation
(Book 4) in July 2013.

*****

His
Need, Her Desire (Book 1) is currently FREE at most retail outlets.

Doctor Anna
Foster may just get what she wants: sexy fellow researcher Jonah Granger. She's
been in love with him for years, but Jonah has always been more interested in
work at his family's business, Granger Pharma, than romance. Now that they've
admitted their attraction, Anna may even be able to tell him what she really
wants: to submit to him.

But Granger Pharma faces a
hostile takeover. Sensitive data and samples are missing from Anna and Jonah's
lab; it may be corporate espionage. Everyone is under suspicion and, and
they're even beginning to question each other. Anna must discover the truth if
she's going to save both her job and her relationship with the man she dreams
of serving.

*****

Her
Wish, His Command Excerpt

Jonah sipped
from his cup. "This coffee is better than usual. What did you do?"

"I washed
out the pot and filter?" Anna laughed and threw her braid back over her
shoulder. Wasn't playing with hair
supposed to be a flirty thing to do? She glanced into Jonah's eyes and saw
his pupils dilate ever so slightly.

Jonah placed
his cup on the counter. "I usually just dump the old coffee."

Anna reached to
top him off, making sure she grazed him again. She turned and put the coffee
pot back in its place. Her hip bumped him.

"Anna?"
he asked in a deep, questioning tone.

"Yes?"
She paused. "Jonah?" She drew his name out on her tongue.

His eyes locked
with hers. "What's this about?"

Anna broke eye
contact as his scrutiny became too intense. "What's what about?"

"This."
He gestured toward her. "Is this about yesterday?"

Anna wasn't
sure where to go with her plan. "Yesterday?" She feared her manner
gave the impression of stupid instead of coy.

"Yes,
yesterday. We had a moment, for lack of a better term. Is this some game?"

Anna
straightened. "Game? What is that supposed to mean?" Her voice lost
its teasing edge.

"It means
that either you are trying to needle me or maybe … maybe you want
something?"

Anna frowned.
"Those are the only two explanations?"

Jonah
considered for an instant. "Anna, you're not interested in me, are
you?"

Anna thumped
her mug on the counter. "Of course not." Color rose in her face.

"Anna,
about yesterday. I didn't mean to be unprofessional." His apologetic
manner unnerved her.

"You were
not unprofessional," Anna bit out. What
a disaster. Was he going to say
something kind? Anna didn't think she could bear the embarrassment.

Jonah took her
hand lightly in his. Her hand trembled, and Anna was sure he felt it. "Are
you afraid?" He looked into her eyes. "Or aroused?"

Anna swayed as
his calloused thumb stroked her palm. The lab seemed to shrink, the walls
gathering close around them.

He tugged on
her hand, bringing to his lips. He nipped her fingertip.

Anna struggled
to remain impassive as her blood surged. She sensed she hadn't fooled Jonah
with her imperfect façade of calm.

A predatory masculine smile
crossed his face. "I see." He sucked her fingertip into his mouth.

*****

Her
Wish, His Command is available for preview and purchase at the following
online retailers.

Malia Mallory
lives in Hawaii with her husband and daughter. She's been working with words
since alphabet blocks rolled into her crib, not only writing her own work but
copy editing and proofreading the work of others. She has loved to read about
relationships since she first sneaked off with her mother's Harlequin.

Malia Mallory
is the best-selling author of The ABCs of
Erotica series, which covers the erotic spectrum from BDSM to ménage and
everything in between. More releases in the series are on the way. She has also
released the Mia's Cop Craving series
and Santa's Backdoor Baby. Malia’s
books have hit the bestselling erotica lists at both Amazon and iTunes. Her
books are available in electronic format at major
retailers like Amazon, Barnes & Noble, iTunes, Kobo, Sony, Diesel, Smashwords and AllRomance Books.

Thursday, June 13, 2013

Billionaire Trevor Dewey worships the ground his wife Marie walks on.
After ten years of marriage, she’s still the centre of his existence. If she
falls in love with a painting, he will buy it. And if she falls in lust with
his personal assistant, Callum, he will fly them personally to his private
island.

Trevor, however, isn’t the kind of man to stand aside and let Marie and
Callum have all the fun. He knows that anticipation makes for even more pleasure.

What about a nice and very much adult excerpt
of The Art of Pleasure?

He rested his fingers against his crotch, knowing all too well it would
draw Marie’s attention to the outline of his hard-on. “You have any idea what
the thought of watching you and my personal assistant fucking does to me?”

“You care to give me a hands-on demonstration?” Before he could answer,
she was on her knees in front of him, teasing the fly of his dress pants with
her fingers. “You have one deliciously dirty mind, Trevor, and one big cock I’m
going to suck until you fill my mouth with the best-tasting spunk any man has
on offer, and believe me, I’ve tasted a lot of the stuff.” While talking she
opened the button and zipper. “Unless you prefer my pussy over my mouth, of course.”

“Am I supposed to choose? You cruel creature…”

She traced her tongue over the full length of his erection, then looked
up at him and said, “Nah, I’ll give you both, a nice blow job now and a quickie
in the morning.”

She curled her hand, warm and firm, around the shaft of his cock and it
made Trevor shiver with anticipation. She had never been afraid to touch him,
not even at the very beginning…

“Your cock is different from any other cock I’ve held in my hand,” she
said. “I would recognise it blindfolded.”

He knew that she would say it, he trusted her to say those words, and he
understood their meaning.

You are special to me. With you, I share
something I’ll never share with anybody else.

Her lips around the rim of the crown, her tongue playing with the slit
was enough for Trevor to set all thoughts aside and concentrate on the here and
now. Then, without even a hint of warning, she went all the way down until she
had taken the complete shaft in. Was it even humanly possible to do this?

Trevor threaded his fingers through Marie’s silky hair and he bowed his
head towards her to take in her bewitching scent. She had explained all the
nuances of perfume to him, but he still had no words to describe the subtle,
layered play of her fragrance. A master perfumer had composed this bouquet
especially for Marie. It was truly unique.

He wasn’t in the market to brag about his physical prowess, but Trevor
was aware of the length and width of the average penis in erection, and he was
anything but average. Yet Marie hummed in contentment while she played every
trick in the book with her lips and tongue. If that wasn’t enough to send a man
to heaven and straight back, then surely her playing with his testicles should
do the trick.

No, he didn’t blame himself for shooting his load in record time, as if
he was nothing but a teenage boy, jerking off while fantasising about the
one-year-older—and totally unreachable—girl next door.

He silently stroked her honey-blonde hair while she gently licked the
shaft of his cock clean. She didn’t have to overcome any aversion to swallow
every single drop, because she genuinely loved the taste of his cum. If she was
able to pretend or lie, he had never seen her do it once. Make no mistake, she
was kind in her honesty when she didn’t care about something, but if she said
she liked something or someone, then that was how it was.

After a while, he caught his breath again and was able to string a
sentence together. “I know you’re horny right now from sucking me. I see it in
your eyes, smell it on your skin. Why not bring yourself off while I’m
watching?”

Marie stood up, sashayed to the comfortable chair on the other side of
the coffee table, took off her knickers and sat down. She put her feet on the
edge of the chair and spread her thighs to reveal the most intimate part of her
body. She didn’t tease in an attempt to seduce Trevor once more. His body was
sated and he simply enjoyed the visual beauty of his wife pleasuring herself.

“Talk to me…” he pleaded.

The husky tone of her voice betrayed how horny she was. “If I hadn’t
been wearing underwear, my juices would have trickled down my legs. I became so
hot from blowing you. Oh, I know, you’re a true gentleman and so careful with
me, but are you going to cradle my head in your hands while Callum fucks my
throat?” With the fingers of her left hand she circled and rubbed the hard
little nub of her clitoris. Her harsh breathing gave away how close she was to
coming. “Will you feed me your cock as he takes me from behind? Will you take me
while his spunk drips from my cunt? Will you look into my eyes while I come by
another man’s cock and I’ll say ‘I love you’ and he and you and I know the
words are only meant for you?”

“I will.”

Those two simple words were enough to push her over the edge. He watched
her whole body tense up, how her sweet face looked up at him as if she wanted
to share something that by its very nature had to remain a secret. She trusted
him enough to show him her vulnerability, her pure openness to his gaze.

Witnessing her fulfilment made him feel richer than the knowledge that
his net worth had risen again that day.

Blurb

Marie Dewey collects paintings and sexual
experiences with different men, and her billionaire husband Trevor loves
nothing more than to fulfil all her wishes…

Billionaire Trevor Dewey has two great talents—making money and loving
his wife, Marie. Marie, in her turn, has two great loves—her husband and art.
She's also a sexual freethinker who enjoys one-night stands with other men in
the company of her own husband.

Trevor wants nothing more than to make his wife happy, so when she falls
in lust with his personal assistant and best friend, Callum, and Callum returns
her feelings, he decides to take both of them to his private island off the
coast of Scotland for a weekend of sex. And both men will bring Marie to
severalunbelievable heights of pleasure during one weekend.

All three know this will be a one-time thing only before life returns to
normal.

The real life version of Ella Laurance was born and raised in Rotterdam
and never really left. She studied (social) history and has done a small
assortment of jobs and voluntary work. But writing has been the main theme
through all of it.

She’s been with her wife since 1981, and together they have raised two
sons. There are also cats. And books. Lots of books.

Saturday, June 8, 2013

Between TODAY and June 10th June inclusive only!!!“To celebrate the release of our At Your Service Anthology ,we're giving you the chance to enter our fabulous prize drawSpend $20/£20 or more and you will be automatically entered into a draw to win a Spa day voucher!”Here is the link to the landing page giving the information:http://www.total-e-bound.com/ays.asp

My short is in here, HIS DELECTABLE COOK, a Regency about a cook who...isn't and an earl...who wasn't...and their foes who are DASTARDLY!

"Getting in the party mood for a weekend away with his SEAL teammates is no easy deal for "Zeus" Calderon. He's hung up on a woman he saved from terrorists months ago, but he should be able to forget a gutsy blonde reporter who showed resilience and humor under fire. Shouldn't he?

Kim Stansfield got the instant hots for the hunky Navy SEAL who led her out of harm's way—and she's got proof Zeus feels the same about her. He’s stubborn, but she's devised a plan to conquer him.

When she shows up in Key West and surprises him on the beach, Zeus learns that once in a lifetime a man meets a woman he can't forget—and every day without her is no easy day." ~ From Goodreads

I love a good love story! And Zeus and Kim had one, what I also love is when a hero is naked a better part of the book. ;) Seriously, very comfortable with his body Zeus, spent the first 65% of the book butt ass naked, except for the occasional condom, and I loved it, especially how slightly uncomfortable it made Kim. I loved that Zeus had rescued her before and couldn't get him mind off her, it was both hot and so sweet!

Cerise Deland has created quite the pair with Zeus and Kim, both smart, brave and gutsy! Zeus a hot mexican american, big as a god guy who had a tender spot of one bold reporter was a joy to read! As was Kim, can't find one fault in her, I loved the fact she was ill, which brought forth the protective side of Zeus, as it was under control with medication it gave her softness that her tough-as-nails attitude needed.

The romance was addictive, seeing Zeus see an opening to swoop in and make her love him, and Kim worrying he only wanted a fling caused yummy misunderstandings and also made the romance more hot! I also loved the epilogue, it was a sweet ending to the hot beginning.

Did I mention Zeus is naked over half of the book? I though you should know. Also look at the cover, absolutely yummy!

Rating :

Have you read about Zeus?
He is one hunk of a man.
From south Texas.
From a large Tejano family and yeah, his first name is...Jesus. Pronounced in Spanish, it approaches the sounds of, "Hey, Zeus!"
Hence, his SEAL nickname. Yeah, those boys are merciless.
So is Kim the woman who loves him and surprises him in Florida with a big confession.
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Pissed at himself for leaving Coyote and Ghost at the rockin’
Friday night beach bar scene hours earlier at Sunset Pier, he pushed through
his temper and used it as fuel. Of all
the women in all the joints in the world, the blonde bombshell who doesn’t walk
in there tonight is the one I want.

He pounded through the waves, spotting someone lean and female
strolling the beach with a sizable dog.

They were harmless. He had jumped in naked. No matter. Whoever it
was would be long gone by the time he hauled his bare ass up the sands toward
the house.

He angled for the shore, fighting memories of doing a door-to-door
in an Egyptian shantytown to find her. His team had landed the night before,
marched hours over abandoned desert to the tribesmen’s village, then fanned out
to search for her and her two fellow hostages. Amid machine gun fire, he
discovered her in a tin-roof lean-to, weary and weak, dehydrated, blindingly
beautiful and bravely smiling at him in her filthy rags.

“Keep your head down,” he had whispered, pushing her to sit
beneath the edge of the window in the hovel where the Bedouin tribesman had
tied her to the post of an old iron bed frame.

With a classic profile, Nordic and tall, Kim Stansfield, reporter
and hostage, stared at him, sunburned and dazed from hunger and thirst. Despite
her dire condition, she smiled, pointing at his face and the green and brown
desert camouflage paint that disguised his features. “Are you wearing make-up?”

“What? You don’t like a
man to wear foundation?” He fluttered his lashes at her, whipped an MRE drink
from his vest and shoved it toward her. “Guzzle this.”

Grasping the pouch with shaking hands, she downed it while he
sawed off her chains with his Spyderco blade. She coughed, choked, then hacked
some of it back up.

“Cancel the guzzle. Sip it. Let me see how fit you are.” He ran
his hands over her body, checking for sprains or injuries from beatings. God
knew what these animals had done to a blonde Western woman who didn’t suit
their ideals for dress or habits. After seven days of captivity, her body was
still sleek, but limp from lack of nutrition. Outside, the rat-tat-tat of
machine gun fire and bursts from his buddies’ Sig Sauers told him his team had
run into her captors and it was his job to snatch her and run.

“I can’t go with you,” she rasped, wiping drops of the liquid from
the corner of her mouth with the sleeve of her dirty linen abaya.

The hell you can’t. He shot her a look that spoke his
thoughts. But hostages, especially women, needed assurances. He knew how to do
that. Grandmothers, mother, sisters and cousins. He had gentled them all. The only man in a huge Tex-Mex family since his father had
passed away when he was a baby, Jesus “Zeus” Calderon knew how to talk to
women. “You’ll be fine. Do as I say.”

This female, he knew, tended not to follow anyone’s orders. Not
her newspaper editor’s. Not the American government’s. He had studied her
top-notch professional background and her tough-as-nails character, all as part
of his team’s mission prep. She might look like a runway model, but she was an
Amazon in spirit and truth. Though she hailed from preppy American and crusty
British diplomatic stock, Kimberly Morran Stansfield was a dare devil, thirty-one-year
old investigative journalist who spoke fluent Arabic and had used her excellent
skills to file stories from Bengazi and Cairo during the Arab Spring. For more
than three years in the Middle East, she had strolled through gunfire, air
strikes and riots. Seven days ago, while working an angle on famine in Egypt
after the overthrow of Mubarak, she had been abducted and held for ransom by a
renegade tribe of Bedouin.

“You don’t understand,” she objected, clutching his shirt in one
fist. “They expected you. Planned for you.” She coughed again and he fretted
about how deeply the spasms wracked her. “They’ll kill my cameramen Johnson and
Hassan if you take me. Said they’d torture them first.”

“No, they won’t.”

“But—“

“We’re getting your two guys. No worries. Then we’re putting down
your captors.”

“How many are you?” she asked, the reverence in her voice a
prayer.

“Enough.” He smiled at her then and it was as if the sun
multiplied into a thousand more when she grinned back at him. “Drink all of
that. Fast as you can. It’s got your meds in there.”

She had a chronic condition of high red platelets. That was the
reason the SEALs had come for her and her two colleagues as quickly as they
had. Delay by even two more days and she would have died. Besides, this particular
group of Bedouins had shown their hand at violence last year when they had
kidnapped a French female television commentator. That woman they had brutally
tortured and killed. Without a cause, save their own enrichment, this nomadic
group tried to ransom those whom they abducted. And they always abducted women.

“They’re cowards,” he told her as he checked her bare feet,
concluding he would simply carry her with him. “And they’re dead meat.”

Laughing hoarsely, she put a hand to her temple and swayed in delight.
“Woosy. Think I’ve had too much to drink. Can you do that? Take them all?”

“My only job is you.”

She had
laughed then, giddy with the strength of the MRE. Drawing his face down to
hers, she planted a big fat kiss on his cheek. “Color me grateful, SEAL of my
heart. Your wish is my command.”

Wednesday, June 5, 2013

From the Siren-Bookstrand bestselling ménage romantic thriller series, Cowboy Boots, comes a new division of the Underground Unit and an unforgettable M/F BDSM romantic thriller.

International bestselling eBook and trade paperback author Natalie Acres presents a new line of BDSM novellas for her Cowboy Boots series. Known for writing ménage BDSM thrillers and western contemporaries, Natalie introduces The Underground Club starting with Underground-Las Vegas and a familiar operative many readers grew to love in Cowboy Boots and Unfinished Business.

Readers following the Cowboy Boots series will we see recognizable faces in The Underground Clubs. They’ll also soon meet a number of new sexy Alpha Underground Unit operatives as well.

Some extraordinary surprises are in store for readers of BDSM M/F erotic romances so grab a cool beverage, load up your favorite e-reader, and replenish those batteries in your favorite toy. We’re all set for an explosive new novella debuting at Siren Publishing on June 3rd!

The Cowboy Boots Series~2011 Nominee for Best Series All Around in LR Cafe's Loop

“4.5 STARS:"Cowboy Boots and Untamed Hearts is ménage to a degree not normally seen. The sex scenes of BDSM are not for the faint of heart but they are all consensual. The intricate nuances of relationships play out against a backdrop of danger that adds even more spice to this red hot offering...AlexJouJou,Manic Readers

“If you like cowboys, horses, men and sex that pushes the envelope, you're in for a helluva ride with Cowboy Boots & Untamed Hearts!" -- Rie McGaha,Rie's Reviews

“Very seldom will you find an erotic romance with such a deep and pain-filled thread running throughout. Kelsie’s cancer touches all of the characters in this story, and you get a close and intimate look at how it tears at the heart and soul of these five men, as well as the newcomer, Veronica. The pain and suffering is not sugar-coated at all but then neither is the heat and passion they all share…"-- Lototy,Coffee Time Romance & More